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Jan. 2nd, 2017

Jan. 2nd, 2017

Yesterday, I watched Arsenic and Old Lace with the governor, who kept quizzing me on the names of actors. ("Yes," I would say woodenly, "I do know who Peter Lorre is.")

Then my brother and I watched "The Six Thatchers," the first of the new Sherlock episodes, and it was not great (I cannot believe that fridges are still a thing in this day and age, but somehow, they are), but it has been wonderful watching the whalenoise.mp3 reactions ripple across the Internet.

This morning we all lazed around and watched the third season of Jeeves and Wooster and ate the donuts that my brother had sheepishly brought home this morning, after he got up early and got dressed and set off to work and belatedly realized that there was no work today. Donuts, he told us, made it seem like less of a wasted effort.

Later I cleaned up some side quests in Dragon Age: Inquisition, mostly by virtue of making my sister finish up the rest of the astrarium connect-the-dot puzzles, and when we unlocked the achievement, I pumped my fists in the air and said, "Way to go! We got this achievement together! Yay team!" and she rolled her eyes.

Then we played six or seven hours of Final Fantasy XV, and I decided, what the hell, let's just delay my return home for another week so that we can be sure! to! finish! this! game! (Weirdly, this proved to be a financially responsible decision -- my new airline tickets are considerably cheaper than my old airline tickets, and the airline will let me profit from the difference.)